I was cleaning out my iPhoto today and in the process realized how much running around I have done in the past 5 years. My years between 25-30 are one insane adventure after another. One leap of faith followed by yet another tight rope walk and free dive of experience. As I sat on my computer deleting images I realized “wow no one told me it would Continue reading

One of the greatest moments in my adult life... the kind that made the world stop spinning and all of sudden you can see time... was brought to me by my mother. I was 23-24 years old and living in Los Angeles. At the time I was knee deep in High School Musical press and most of my time was spent trying to understand what this "phenomenon" was and Continue reading

I’m 29 years old and as I write this my now ex-boyfriend (who is currently my sub leaser, best friend, past life husband, loyal fan, and all around amazing man) is installing my new washer and dryer in my LA apartment. I literally could not be happier. It is as if you had just given me a diamond necklace and a 10 week old puppy.Let me explain why Continue reading

I moved to Paris for a semester abroad when I was 19. My little apartment was in the 11th district on the top floor (the old maids quarters) and it overlooked the Bastille and the rooftops of Paris. One day I noticed a man across the blvd typing on a typewriter and smoking cigarettes out his window. He had jet black arms (tattooed black) always Continue reading

" Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let them go." - Mary Ruefle- Lessons from my mother:Take care of your hands, Olesya. Never bite your nails. Always wear gloves when you do dishes and manual labor. For your hands tell the story of your life. They can't lie and you can't conceal the truth in the fine lines, the broken Continue reading